The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 257

Claire leaned over the edge of the bed, tilting her chin up, her small face written with pure seriousness.

Miles pinched her cheek in exasperation. "What exactly goes on in that head of yours? Providing for you is already enough work."

She let out a soft huff. "It better be."

Claire took the empty bowl to the kitchen to wash it.

With the bedroom door open, Miles had the perfect view from the bed to watch her bustling back and forth in the kitchen.

He withdrew his gaze, looking down at the bandage on the back of his knee. A subtle curve touched the corners of his lips.

He picked up his phone and dialed his assistant's number. "Wipe every single news article related to me off the social media feeds. Leave absolutely nothing behind."

For two days, Claire didn't leave his side, taking meticulous care of Miles. His leg injury was practically healed.

"Finn Zorn mentioned that Harvey Sutton gave us two invitations for an Empire City networking event. He asked if we want to go."

"The CEO of Summit Garments is in Empire City?" Claire practically scrambled off the sofa.

OCHH Luxury had just signed their collaboration contract with Summit Garments a few days ago. If she had the chance to speak with Harvey face-to-face, she might just be able to secure exclusive renewal rights! That would massively increase their chances of completely reviving OCHH Luxury.

Claire nodded eagerly like a woodpecker. "Yes, yes, yes! We have to go. I'll hire a nurse to watch you."

"I'm going with you."

"But your leg..."

"It's pretty much healed."

Claire didn't argue. She ran barefoot toward the walk-in closet. "I need to pick out a dress. Something that really stands out."

This was Summit Garments' first time hosting a gala in Empire City, and the guest list would be packed. If she wanted to catch Harvey's eye, she had to put in the effort.

"Wear this."

Miles handed her a garment bag. Inside was a vintage-style floor-length dress made of cloud-silk—a completely unique fusion of a traditional cheongsam and modern luxury couture.

Claire paired it with a set of strappy heels, the ribbons looping loosely around her ankles with the ends hanging untied.

She glanced down, a small frown forming on her face. She loved these heels, but she hated tying the ribbons. She could never get it right!

Just as she bent down to tie them, her wrist was caught.

"Don't move. I'll do it."

"I can do it myself. You're still recovering."

Miles ignored her protests. His long fingers took hold of the black ribbons, his warm fingertips brushing against the skin of her ankle.

"These ribbons have crease marks on them. You've never really known how to tie them, have you?"

Claire hadn't expected him to be so observant. She gave a dry, "Yeah."

Miles held the silk ribbons, taking his time to loop them around twice before neatly tying them into perfect bows. He even positioned them slightly off-center for a better visual effect.